Experience teaches you a lot over time.
What works. What doesn’t. What matters, and what doesn’t matter nearly as much as you once thought it did.
It also reshapes memory. The sharp edges of regret begin to soften. What once felt like mistakes slowly reveal themselves as part of a larger path. Not always a painless one … but a meaningful one.
And so, as the years have gone on, my list of regrets has grown smaller.
Not because I got everything right …
But because, more and more, I’ve come to see that even the wrong turns had a way of leading somewhere they needed to lead.
Grace has a way of doing that.
Still … if I’m being honest … there are a few things I might do differently.
Nothing too dramatic …
Like, I wouldn’t have sold that old Jeep CJ-7.
And there are two books that are absolutely worth their weight in gold that I carelessly misplaced — Small Boat Engine Repair and The Art of Bricklaying — both written in the early ’40s; I can’t even find them online.
And then there are a handful of decisions that, well, I probably would reconsider.
But near
